Lemon

I begged you for the little slice

Of lemon from your dinner tea.

With cunning grin, you cocked your head

And slyly gave it o'er to me.

My eyes were wide, my tongue grew slick --

Guess Pavlov's pup had got it right --

I held the rind with naive hand

And closed my eyes and took a bite.

My mouth, assaulted by the sting,

Revolted, opened wide and howled,

And spat the pulp onto my plate.

Its acid tears dripped down my jowl.

When I looked up and searched your eyes

For comfort, they were crying, too --

But out of laughter at my pain.

T'was my first taste of hate for you.

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Sandra T. Sep 19, 2007, 12:24am UTC

Very cool! Great imagery!

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Busy Buzzy Bee 'Gather Proud Mamarazzi' Sep 19, 2007, 1:43am UTC

Kool..tasty and full of life..wow those lemons are real lucky..

Good job Jodi..

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Chip Davis Sep 19, 2007, 2:46am UTC

Such a fun filled poem and oh, so true! Great job!

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Denise B. Sep 19, 2007, 8:09am UTC

I loved this it is so funny!!

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Sensational Sadie Sexy Senior Sitizen Sep 19, 2007, 9:01am UTC

Very good Jodi. The Bard has competition.

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Quinn (aka Entwife) Blackburn Sep 19, 2007, 9:36am UTC

lol You know, I used to love lemons fresh off of the tree when I was a girl... I still love fresh squeezed lemonaid or lemons in my cooking... but I just can't seem to Eat them like I used to lol. It's funny to me now to see both my girls eating lemons like there is no tomorrow. I laugh, but it is a laughter born of enjoying their enjoyment...

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U wishing you laughter

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Grems 'gremlin' Sep 19, 2007, 12:58pm UTC

Hmmm..... true ?

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Dan V. Sep 19, 2007, 2:21pm UTC

hmmm..Trying to read between the lines here.. ;-) I think I see some bad feelings in there for someone Jodi..

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Jodi V. Sep 19, 2007, 5:24pm UTC

Yep, sis, true. This was the first time I tasted a slice of real lemon. I was three years old. I can remember the name of the restaurant, who was there with me, and what I ate and drank that night (popcorn shrimp and fries, Shirley Temple *grin*). I had only ever had lemon-drop candy, and I knew it was sorta sour, but my Dad knew what lemon was like and he thought he'd play a "funny" joke on me. I didn't think it was so funny. He and I never had a good relationship, and this is probably the first time in my life that I can remember feeling like I "hated" something or someone. I didn't really mean it to be funny...but that's the beauty of poetry. It's something different to every different reader... :)
You're pretty perceptive, Dan. :)

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Kelly M. Sep 20, 2007, 2:35am UTC

I love it!

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Sue D. Sep 20, 2007, 9:17am UTC

Very nice write. Your first taste of bitterness.

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Nan G. Sep 21, 2007, 5:23pm UTC

Nice poem and unexpected finish. Thanks for sharing.

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flit . Sep 27, 2007, 3:13pm UTC

very well done

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Erica R. Sep 27, 2007, 3:22pm UTC

Great Poem! It reminds me of the first time my son snatched a lemon from me. It was so sour his whole body shook, and once I got over my laughing and took it away from him, he screamed until I gave it back to him so he could repeat the process again!

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